Fierce Baby!
This is just a general update post. We've all been sick and feverish, with whatever weird flu is going around. Poor Lazlo can't shake it and spends most of his time trying not to throw up. Yesterday he said, "I don't think I'll ever feel good again." And I wondered if maybe he was pregnant because if memory serves, that's pretty much what the first trimester is like.
In other news, I went to a La Leche League meeting last week to meet the Lactivists, and overall they weren't terrifying. There were, of course, many many unclothed breasts on display, but my main fear, the hordes of pasty pre-pubescent school kids still nursing, didn't show. It was mostly babies. And the moms gave laid-back common sense advice, which seems to be in scarce supply. What I get from the pediatrician is basically "A constant state of terrified vigilance is your only hope in not killing your baby. Good luck, that'll be a $10 copay."
My almost non-existent germaphobe side came out at the meeting though. I'm the mom who cleans the pacifier by sticking it in her mouth and who "sterilizes" bottles by taking them out of the package and putting them in the cabinet. I let the dog lick the baby in the hopes of fostering friendship. But at LLL they have these huge baskets full of communal toys from the last 40 years and all these babies are crawling around shoving everything in their mouths. Hacking smoker's coughs come from their tiny little mouths and I can basically see the croup and strep and foot hand and mouth diseases swarming over the toys like ants. Poor Wren had to sit on my lap the whole time and play with her own toys. At least I didn't slather us in Purell after we left.
No other news, except a certain seminary offering me another job and backing out yet again. I should start a seperate blog called "Disappointed Hopes" and list all the times I've been screwed over by their misguided over-eager irresponsible kindness. Apparently I'll hear back in a few weeks (FTS speak for NEVER) and I'm going to take a big gamble and say, regardless of the fact that they already offered me the job (and I accepted) they're going to give it to someone who won't bring their baby to work in a pack n play.
I don't want to end this long post on a down note, so I'll say what I don't say often enough: I am so so incredibly grateful that I get to be at home with this amazing kid. I complain about it sometimes, but I wouldn't miss it for the world. Thanks Lazlo.
$10 copay sounds nice.
Aw, shucks ...
in an update FTS called today (so soon!) and said they've instituted a hiring freeze and so won't be offering anyone a job for a while. but they'll call back when it's over. i'll hold my breath.